Everyone's soul carries different things.

The place where Garrett placed his soul was empty.

"Monster hunter?" Garrett looked condescendingly at the man in black robe opposite him, "Are you really worth the price?"

The slender chin under the hood trembled slightly:

"Mr. Garrett, right, this is your name."

Garrett didn't say anything, his eyes were full of madness and curiosity.

The corners of the hooded woman's mouth curved slightly:

"Although I don't know where you come from and which organization or association you belong to, Mr. Garrett's reputation has been widely spread among our group, whether it is your craziness or generosity."

Garrett did not look at the hooded woman, but kept his eyes rolling in his sockets, faster and faster.

The hooded woman's smile was a little twitchy. She had heard about this man's name early in the morning. He was very rich, a little crazy, and seemed to have some kind of immortality, but she always thought that his madness was vicious and evil, and

It's not that there's something wrong with your brain.

Garrett finally got tired of playing with his eyeballs and stared at his upper right side and said:

"Can you guarantee that the target will be tracked? You must know that even a deposit is not a small amount."

The hooded woman's tone was full of pride:

"There are a lot of people who are bounty hunters, but not many who specifically target monsters. After all, most of my kind are morally obsessive and follow ridiculous bottom lines. And if you ask, even if you are a master demon hunter, what kind of people are you?

There are a few who specialize in hunting shapeshifters.

"You must know that since the old demon hunters of Hewendeleng set up new rules, a large part of the demon hunter community no longer trains on shapeshifters, except for a few who think like my teacher that shapeshifters are the natural enemies of mankind.

Except for the stubborn old man, no one is trained to hunt shapeshifters anymore.

"I, Stinger, am the most professional shapeshifter hunter you can find, not to mention that your target is not an ordinary shapeshifter at all. If the information you provided me is correct, she is most likely a shapeshifter.

A superior race of shapeshifters.

"She has escaped for so long. In this unfriendly world, she has probably encountered countless dangers and betrayals, and been seriously hurt. Now she must be a complete monster, and she has mastered it well.

Transformation ability, even if you find other bounty hunters who are also master demon hunters, they are likely to die at the hands of this monster, or even not find this monster at all.

"You can completely trust me." Stinger licked his lips sinisterly and sexily.

Garrett corrected:

"Lilith is not a monster, she is just an ordinary child."

Of course, Stinger cooperated and agreed with his employer:

"I don't think shapeshifters are monsters either. The fear of these creatures is just the obsession of my master's generation. In fact, they are not much different from humans. But, in this case, I will treat them the same as humans."

Stinger smiled coldly:

"Anyway, it's all in exchange for money. If necessary, I can even help you torture her first. I'm particularly good at destroying people's will, especially those who seem to be strong."

Garrett slammed the table and said in a low voice:

"Don't hurt Lilith, my Lilith. If she is hurt unnecessarily, I will recreate all the injuries she suffered on you."

Stinger frowned, she began to regret making a deal with the madman:

"Don't worry, I'm a professional. I'll give you a life if I say she's alive. If I can't bring her alive to see you, I won't do anything.

"And with my ability, I can absolutely guarantee that everything will be foolproof. All you need to do is prepare and pay. By the way, can I take a look?"

Garrett took out a bottle of potion from under the table.

Stinging eyes reveal greed:

"There are no side effects. The shape can be changed according to the user's will. Even a delicate noble lady can swallow it directly, right?"

Garrett nodded:

"The only drawback is that mass production is temporarily unavailable. This bottle consumes three shapeshifters. I don't care what you do with it. As long as you complete the task, it will be yours."

He spoke as if the shapeshifter was not a living thing, but some kind of chemical material.

Stinger said:

"Little baby, this thing will make the group of duchesses in the area ruled by Gafunan go crazy. It can only be of value through my hands. If you have other ones, I can sell them for you. You just need to draw one.

5% is enough.”

Garrett smiled gently:

"We are not short of money. Money should be one of the things in this world that we don't care about the most."

Stinger raised her head and glanced at Garrett. She vaguely felt that at this moment, all the madness of the man in front of her disappeared and he turned into a rational and steady leader.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and Garrett soon showed a smile of unknown meaning.

"As far as I know, your master conducted research on shapeshifters during his lifetime, but it seems that that thing is not in your body."

Stinger smiled and said:

"You made two mistakes. First, that one is not for shapeshifters, but for shapeshifters. It can make all powerful shapeshifters reveal their original form, so I say you have chosen the right partner.

"Secondly, the reason why I say this is because my good senior sister is more talented and principled than me, and the master also said before his death that he would leave things to her."

At this point, a strange blush appeared on Stinger's face:

"I told you that I am very good at torturing, especially those who stick to my principles. In fact, I am also very painful. I want to do such an inhumane thing to the master who has raised me all my life. Unfortunately, he is not smart enough and is too much.

My heart is soft, so I can only do this despicable behavior."

When Stinger said this, he pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears and sobbed twice in a pretentious manner:

"I regard him as my father, so I really can't blame him for forcing me like this, so I can only delay his death a little bit."

She smiled happily again:

"Fortunately among misfortunes, he hasn't given the stuff to my sister yet, so I only need to kill one person."

After hearing this, Garrett shook his head dissatisfiedly:

"A family must get along well. Is there anything that cannot be solved through communication?"

When Sting told this story before, others either laughed cruelly with her or showed subtle disgust. She had never met anyone like Garrett.

She finally understood that this guy was a psychopath.
Chapter completed!